Sam: "Mommy, there's something I don't understand."
me: "What is it, baby?"
Sam: "Don't call me baby. I'm practically a man, remember?"
me: "Oh, my bad."
Sam: "Okay ... well... Why am I REAL? There's imaginary, and then there's REAL, and I never chose. I just had to be real. Why?"
me: [pause] "No idea, honey."
Sam: "Mommy." [reprimanding tone] "Why do you call me honey? I'm not honey. I'm almost a MAN."
me: "Again, my bad."
Sam: "And you know what's really crazy?"
Sam: "I can't see my own face! It doesn't make sense! I can see your face, Daddy's face, Lily's face. Everyone's face. But I can't see my own! I can't see my own eyeballs, my own nose, my own mouth. It's not fair!"
me: "I guess it's a good thing we have mirrors."
Sam: "Yeah. So I can make silly faces and see them."
Book-A-Day 2018 #199: Hostage by Guy Delisle
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